Hours…


Even a broken clock is right twice a day…

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Rotten brightness…

Rotting is the bright effect from which no creature on this field can hide
Sway motion of slow drops – mind that hit the ground gently
Feel it not grounded, though, for it is free to fly
In its despondency of…
Low heights
And…
strong winds
And…
Rotten brightness.

Ellipsis…

I have the directive thought that…

For a while have these streets extended themselves before me and begged me to stay. One more night. One more day. One more hour.

The passing traffic of events in the opposite direction invites me back to the not-too-distance place I not long ago now was.

I want back. And I will be back. Foot on the accelerator and ensure I will make it out of here, but soon to be back.

I love you. I will miss you. I thank you.
I am now flying…